“Henrietta, my goodness, what got into you?”
Look how she’s howling and trembling, too!
There’s no squirrel in the room, there’s no cat and no mouse;
there’s no danger, no stranger has entered the house.
But she’s acting frantic, like never before;
she’s pacing and sniffing and pawing the floor.
“What is it, girl? What’s got you so thoroughly tweaked?
Why are you acting so totally freaked?
We tell you to sit and to stay, and you won’t.
Oh, what do you see that the rest of us don’t?”